803. In Hand

"Why is there so little?"

When Kyle brought the finished item to Bones, that was the first question she threw at him.

"Minister Bones, there are so many people at the Ministry of Magic. You can't expect me to make all their ID badges myself."

"Didn't I already send Cedric to help you?" Bones looked up from a mountain of documents and pushed up her glasses. "If that isn't enough, I can give you another helper. How about one of the Weasley children? I remember they're also part of your little group... er, partners."

"Your memory is excellent, but that isn't part of our agreement." Kyle shook his head and insisted, "My job is only to handle the communication devices used by Aurors—or rather, the magical signal inside the ID badges."

"As for the rest... strictly speaking, that is the Ministry of Magic's responsibility. It shouldn't be done by me, and it can't be done by me either. After all, I'm no longer part of the Ministry. If something goes wrong with the ID badges later, it would be troublesome to fix. You can't keep calling me over every other day, can you?"

In truth, the thing Kyle had spent more than three hours making earlier was only a semi-finished product. If the Ministry of Magic truly intended to use it as an ID badge, it would still need a whole series of arrangements capable of confirming someone's identity, including name magic.

The work itself was not difficult, but it was tedious, and it required familiarity with everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

Kyle did not know how many people worked here, but there had to be at least several hundred. He had no desire to saddle himself with that kind of troublesome work.

Ron had complained plenty about how